Yes, you read that correctly. I am absolutely, one hundred percent in love with an older man! My wonderful husband turned 28 today! For some reason, I find that very appealing. Then again, I'm probably just crazy!
I have known my husband since I was 12 years old. He was the wild boy that lived two houses down and I had this extreme crush on him the day we moved in! Did he even notice me? Absolutely not! Did I want him to? I would go outside to watch all of the neighborhood kids play just in case he happened to join them! Was there a chance we would have ever dated when I was in high school? Not even if Hell froze over. Ryan was a little wild for my parents' tastes and he was the example in our home of what "Wendy can NEVER bring home!!!" Imagine my parents' surprise when I did just that many years later.... (My dad did happen to threaten him the first time I brought him around when we were dating, by the way).
I have watched my husband grow from an immature, little snot into a loving husband and wonderful father. I have been crazy about him and he's driven me crazy! Every birthday I get to celebrate with him is such a blessing to me. He's part of my childhood and now a huge part of my adulthood. We have shared many awesome memories together and I love him more and more each day.